It’s Weigh-in Day – Diet Day 43

Weigh-in day has become a cross between battling the Jabberwocky and bursting into a full futterwacken dance. For those of you who are sitting there reading and wondering what exactly am I talking about, that first sentence contained references to Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland.

I stood there in the bathroom staring down at the scale. If ever there was a time when I wanted a super power that would allow me to manipulate metal this was that time. I’m not exactly sure why my heart begins to race and I get short of breath before getting on the scale.

After all, I have been diligently following the eating plan and I am now walking every night and I have even been getting more rest. Granted I am still only sleeping six hours a night but it’s better than the three I was getting before. There should be nothing for me to worry about right?

I just kept telling myself that but despite all of my attempts to calm my fears I still could not force myself to step on the scale. After a couple of minutes of trying to relax and will my foot off the floor and onto the scale I got the courage to step on.

I stood there staring forward. I could hear the dial between my feel spinning like a top. Suddenly my worst fears were realized. I was standing naked at the Wheel of Fortune and didn’t have enough money to buy a vowel. A quick shudder brought me back to reality and I looked down at the scale. It read 187.

What?!? I rubbed my eyes and looked down again; surely I was reading that wrong. I stared at the dial giving it my best stink-eye look but the number said 187. That can’t be right. I stepped off the scale and went through my pre-weigh-in ritual and stepped up again. I looked down and the dial again said 187.

That can’t be right. I had to have lost more than two pounds this week. I went through in my head all the effort I had gone to. There was the night when I overcame the fact that everyone else was eating pizza while I had a small salad. There was the constant measuring of every condiment and food item. There was the logging of each calorie onto the FitBit web site and monitoring each step I took to ensure that my calories burned was greater than the calories consumed. For all intents and purposes I should be down at least three pounds not a lousy two.

I was so frustrated. Despite all my hard work the rate of loss had slowed to nearly a stand still. Suddenly my goal of being down with the fat burning stage by Opening Day of baseball seemed like a distant dream. Now I secretly wondered whether I would ever reach my target date let alone by Opening Day.

I had so looked forward to seeing a low number. I set myself up for disappointment. Despite the extra work I put in I lost even less than I did last week. This is not what I had in mind.


2 Comments

  1. bronsont says:

    I feel your pain, but little steps grasshopper, little steps will get you from NYC to LA if you just keep them up.

  2. Karin says:

    I know that feeling all too well. However, it’s two pounds less than you weighed last week and every two pounds count! Way to go!

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